Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air and deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves - the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand, and everything is green and submarine.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 237 | 2013-01-27 12:45:30 | 62.38 | 95% |
| 206 | 2013-01-27 04:24:36 | 58.81 | 95% |
| 203 | 2013-01-27 04:21:13 | 64.42 | 98% |